Looking outside the front windshield we see a long straight stretch of two-lane highway, a road gently dipping into the broad valley of a vast grassy plain surrounded on all sides by tall serrated ranges of snow-draped mountains, their rocky tips sheathed in cloudy puffs and cool mist.
Now the wheels start rolling, as do the credits...and it seems this movie is over before it begins...for as the credits finish, we see a driver who now rides alone, in his weatherworn Big Red Roadrunner…
But down the road, it looks like trouble, as a great black mass hovers on the far horizon like some ominous swarm of locust...this dark swirling storm, whose barely perceptible movement gathers like some great thunder being in the distance…
And all is silent, except for the music…so wonderful it seems, this scene serene…
More directly, we are on an faraway journey…where long fading shadows cast by a mid-winter sun say it’s late afternoon, as do the pastel hues of pinks-reds-and-blues that lightly air-brush our fairy-tale sky…
